DeVries standing in line at the enlistment office.
Basic Information:
Name: Maxwell Terry DeVries.
Age: 26.
D.O.B: 5/07/--
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Federation Medical Division.
Role(s): 112th Rifle Battalion Engineer. First Platoon.
Kin: Sydney DeVries - Mother
Daniel DeVries - Father
Fred DeVries - Younger Brother
Homeworld: Earth
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Hair color: Brown, almost black.
Eye color: Brown.
Build: Average build, slightly taller than most.
Rank: Third Specialist.
Backstory:
DeVries was born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, to Daniel and Sydney DeVries. His household was rather poor, so DeVries struggled to make do when he was a kid. When he graduated high school, he went to a trade school to learn how to weld.
During his internship, he spent his spare time in his father's auto shop, tinkering and taking apart cars and motorcycles. He eventually was hired by his father, and never finished his welding apprenticeship. He spent most of his time working for his father's shop for about six years before his father retired, handing the shop down to him. DeVries had the business to himself for about a year, before he decided he didn't like owning a business. He sold the building and enlisted in the Mobile Infantry.
Personality:
DeVries is a down-to-earth, no bullshit kind of man. He doesn't like being overly formal, he thinks a curt nod and a "yes sir, no sir" should suffice for an officer. DeVries doesn't seek out conflict with others, but he will tell people what he thinks about them, whether they like it or not. DeVries is usually a calm, collected trooper, unless he is being interrupted during his free-time, when he's concentrating, or when he doesn't want to be bothered - then he gets angry. DeVries enjoys tinkering and working with mechanical objects, like engines or weapons. However, whether it be lack of intelligence or stubbornness, DeVries lacks the same drive to work with computers or electrical systems.
Relations:
--[[Federation Mobile Infantry]]--
LCpl. Sarah Redbrick - "Nevah' in my life did I ever think that an accent like her's would be a call from home. It's comforting, in a way, even though Boston and Brooklyn aren't the same, I still can understand her like nobody else does."
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--[[Federation Engineering Division]]--
2Spc. Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz - "Ahh, tha' gentle giant Greg. Tha' cat is huge, nearly seven feet tall. Ah always see him runnin' 'round breakin' shit, and if he isn't breakin' tables or whatevah, he's breakin' people. He's got ah good heart, though."
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--[[Psi-Ops]]--
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--[[Federation Hospital Corps]]--
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SSpc. John Harlesda - "Harley's pretty much on his way to become med-lead. Realest cat around, to be completely honest. Everyone else is uptight and pompous, Harley and I both share the same philosophy of 'stop bothering me if it's not important'. I can respect that."
2Spc. Wendy Goodwin - "Easily a seven. Maybe an eight. Top notch dolly, Ah'm naht gahnna lie. She ain't a trahblemakah, that really cramps mah' style. Mm...maybe Ah' can convert her."
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--[[Federation Marauders]]--
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--[[Federation Fleet]]--
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--[[Federation Provost Corps (Marines)]]--
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--[[Other]]--
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--[[The Fallen, Forgotten, Transferred]]--
SSpc. Grace Corbin - "Mm...shame what happened tah' her. I was really startin' tah' enjoy her trainings. Sort of like ah' motherly figure, someone Ah could look up to. She seemed like she actually cared. Rest in peace, Corbin."
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